Many Me’s

birds of orange

How many “me’s” are there
Like a chameleon, we change
to fit in with where we are
wife, mother, neighbor, worker
volunteer, each reveal an aspect
of me but seldom who I really am.

How many “me’s” are there?
Hooker on the corner
saint, sinner, homeless
rich, prisoner, teacher
every person everywhere
is a part of me and I am
part of them
a little idea
with enormous consequences.

How many “me’s” are there?
only one
whom I call

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2 Responses to Many Me’s

  1. THERA says:

    Oooh, what a beauty !

    Liked by 1 person

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